I like this thread. Why'd it die?
My fuji was named " Squidword " for the character in sponge bob square pants and for the fact of how it felt like jelly with more than 14 kg.
My Moulton is named "Pip" from Great Expectations. I wanted something very british for my forest green very upright yet smooth gent. He doesn't mind being a bit different and doesn't complain.
One old (94) Universal Alpina 6.3 sitting in the corner is referred to as "Obie" - My daughter loves this bike and the name both so it should see many more years, I hope.
Until I made a horrific mistake in 2004 and threw it out (I was never going to cycle again - of course) I had owned my bright (Tonka?) yellow Peugeot named Frodo. I think it was a PY-10 model but am not sure. It had been bought in South Africa for my 17th birthday and looking back the bike was the equivalent of a first girlfriend. Ahhh how the years obliterate the bumps! This took me places in fact adn in mind. This is the bicycle which made me think of myself as a cyclist. I had read tolkien two years before and it really fit.
Many others were never named. I can hardly remember any of them now, even the grossly expensive bling bling bikes of the hour. Is that just a coincidence?
I have some ideas for my in the womb, Thorn Nomad nomad. I feel it works better for me if I wait until the character of the bike beckons a name.
Hopefully, half mad from a nine hour ride and sweating terribly, the clouds will part, I will have a narrow beam of sunshine hit the road in front of me just as the road starts to head downwards into a gently curving delight with fresh green grass and singing birds - and the name will come. And it will be good. Oh, and did I mention that it will look and smell just like it does after a gentle spring shower - but the road will be dry? Yeah. I'm waiting.
Alternately I may have a few beers and pick one.
